The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, Volume 41884 |
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... feel assured that all our readers will unite with us in thinking the adventures here recorded unusually entertaining and important . The peculiar character of the gentleman who was the leader and soul of the ex- pedition , as well as ...
... feel assured that all our readers will unite with us in thinking the adventures here recorded unusually entertaining and important . The peculiar character of the gentleman who was the leader and soul of the ex- pedition , as well as ...
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... feel under especial obligation ) , we cannot help thinking that the supposition of the narrator's having , by some means , reprocured the package from the messenger , and con- cealed it where it was discovered , is very reasonable , and ...
... feel under especial obligation ) , we cannot help thinking that the supposition of the narrator's having , by some means , reprocured the package from the messenger , and con- cealed it where it was discovered , is very reasonable , and ...
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... feel called upon to speak of them more fully . Mr. Irving , in his Astoria , mentions the attempt of Captain Jonathan Carver , as being the first ever made to cross the continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean ; but in this he ...
... feel called upon to speak of them more fully . Mr. Irving , in his Astoria , mentions the attempt of Captain Jonathan Carver , as being the first ever made to cross the continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean ; but in this he ...
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... feeling which more or less pervaded us all occurred during the prosecution of the voyage . Interests , which , in the settlements , would have been looked upon as of the highest importance , were here treated as matters un- worthy of a ...
... feeling which more or less pervaded us all occurred during the prosecution of the voyage . Interests , which , in the settlements , would have been looked upon as of the highest importance , were here treated as matters un- worthy of a ...
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... feeling . But the king loved his practical jokes , and took pleasure in forcing Hop - Frog to drink and ( as the king called it ) " to be merry . " " Come here , Hop - Frog , " said he , as the jester and his friend entered the room ...
... feeling . But the king loved his practical jokes , and took pleasure in forcing Hop - Frog to drink and ( as the king called it ) " to be merry . " " Come here , Hop - Frog , " said he , as the jester and his friend entered the room ...
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Page 223 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping — rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 232 - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night How we .shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Page 212 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. "Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily, "Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? "Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Page 234 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Page 241 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love, and be loved by me ! I was a child, and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Page 231 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 212 - Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly, Not of the stains of her; All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Page 230 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...
Page 307 - ... That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest...
Page 257 - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.